On Tuesday morning I made it to my office via the 2-3 line that ran right under
the World Trade Center, oblivious to what was happening.

When I came above ground
the sidewalks were filled with people and from 6th Avenue we could see black
smoke billowing from the still standing WTC.

It was horrifying. Was watching
coverage on television from my boss's office when the first tower
collapsed -- then looked out the window and saw it in real life. Felt this
visceral horror, anger, and sadness, stunned by the magnitude of the
violence.

Decided to hoof it home since all the bridges and tunnels were
closed and subways not running by then.

Fighter jets were roaring overhead
and the smoke billowed from the site all afternoon.

A sea of us streamed
across the Manhattan Bridge.

Took me over 2 hours to get home, fearful
another shoe might drop, but felt much safer being in Brooklyn than on the
targeted island.

In the days since, New Yorkers have been generous and
the mayor has had perfect pitch. There are flags everywhere.